My daughter hates writing papers. She expresses herself well, but every sentence she writes comes slowly and with great labor.
So she was thrilled when her literature professor in college declared the final would be an eight-page paper they could work on for two weeks and email to him when the final was due. This would allow her to take her time writing, and I could hear the relief in her voice.
Then a few days ago she emailed me and said, “Mom. CHRISTMAS!” Followed by this email she received:
Prof. Bennett has fallen ill and will not be able to conclude the semester in your course. (Don’t worry: It’s not life-threatening, and he’s going to be fine.) I am now the official instructor for your course, and here’s the way things are going to go: Anything that was due is no longer due. You do not have to hand in anything or take any tests. There is no final. Your responsibilities have ended. Your final grade for the course will be an A. You do not have to do anything for this to happen. In a few days, you will see your A grade on your transcript.
I know this is an unusual outcome, but the circumstances demand and justify it. Thank you for your understanding.
Philip Gaines, PhD
Associate Professor of English Language Studies
Chair, Department of English
Montana State University
Bozeman, Montana USA
My girl said she was so happy she didn’t know whether to go run a mile or eat a whole cake. I suggested cake and then the mile.
And since God has been preaching to me for these many days how I need to focus my life on the gospel of Christ, this little story of hers is glorious to me. Isn’t this what God did for us when He sent Jesus? Declaring, no death (is there any difference between death and writing a paper?) Free pass. Here’s your A, and you didn’t have to earn it.
We should live so thankful that we can’t decide whether to run a mile or eat cake.